by Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 2007. All rights reserved.
- tinned cheese and macaroni
turns me inside out.
even recalling it now,
I want to throw up.
the heavy smell hit me first.
it crept through the room.
rank! stank like old, stale vomit.
lingered just the same.
then there was the look of it!
fattened, dead maggots
slopped in pale yellow liquid
that moved really slow.
the sight of it oozing made
my skin crawl. still does.
piping hot on a blue plate
on a monday night.
my mum and sister would eat
on the move and joke;
"you don't know what you're missing."
I would walk away.
they would laugh and scoff it up
with cold buttered toast.
making slurp sounds as they chewed.
God, they were weirdos...